Did you have an "OUTDOOR UPBRINGING" ?

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StahlBro

Trad climber
San Diego, CA
Feb 1, 2013 - 12:04pm PT
Jefe,

Yep, Havasupai in the early 70's. What an incredible place.

Rob

Edit - Are those Chaco Cyn shots? maybe de Chelly? Chaco rules....
Karen

Trad climber
So Cal urban sprawl Hell
Feb 1, 2013 - 12:20pm PT
Credit: Karen

Every summer my family camped in the Sierra, namely Twin Lakes outside of Bridgeport. My Grandparents loved to fish, while they fished I would go explore. My Grandparents also camped along the coast at a place called, Faria-think that is how it's spelled-again it was all about the fishing.

My parents always were camping and exploring all over, from the Salton Sea, Joshua Tree, Dana Point (keeping in mind none of these areas were developed yet.

One summer (it was the year for me between 4th and 5th grade) we drove all the way up to Alaska, north of Fairbanks as far as we could drive the camper. We literally went everywhere you could drive up there. We ended up driving onto and taking the ferry back to St. George. That was cool, we slept in the camper then spent the days looking at the amazing scenery.

There is so much more but I will spare you. It is no wonder I totally love camping and exploring and have one a ton of it on my own, independent, never needed a partner, just would set out on my own. There's a world of beauty out there and I've never understood people who just laze around and don't get out there!!!
drljefe

climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
Topic Author's Reply - Feb 1, 2013 - 08:12pm PT
stahlbro, yes, Canyon de Chelly, Monument Valley, Chaco Canyon, Bandolier, Sedona.
There's even one posted on a previous page of the hike into Havasupai.

Cool stories and pictures, folks!

My parents loved the Pueblos too.
Acoma, maybe?
Credit: drljefe

Once my dad bailed my mom and I continued exploring together.
Lago Chapala or Patzcuaro, can't remember, road tripping deep in Mexico.
Credit: drljefe

Credit: drljefe

Credit: drljefe

And I guess it all led up to this sorta thing
Credit: drljefe
my favorite ground up FA from last summer, High Pro Glow

and one of my favorite boulder problems, with my buddy giving his kids an outdoor upbringing
Credit: drljefe







limpingcrab

Trad climber
the middle of CA
Feb 1, 2013 - 08:20pm PT
I love seeing pictures of people outside with their little kids. Cool thread, getting me excited for my first, due in May!

And yes I did, very much. No pics on my phone though.

throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Feb 1, 2013 - 08:27pm PT
Me and Mom. Yosemite Valley circa 1954. We would stay for weeks and months at a time...me, mom, Grandma Turner and my sister...along with assorted aunts, uncles and friends. My dad ran the Sherwin Williams paint store in Merced so he would come up on the weekends. We had the run of the place...just had to show up for dinner and the firefalls.
Credit: throwpie
hooblie

climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
Feb 1, 2013 - 08:40pm PT
out - where all the stuff that always was, pretty much still is

door - implies sanctuary, launching pad, base station, shelter place

up - harding was being cynical, up is where we drag our selves

bring - ok, folks made it possible technically

ing - and it goes on ... thankfully!


my folks, ya i owe 'em bigtime
michaeld

Sport climber
Sacramento
Feb 1, 2013 - 08:55pm PT
Hiking, Camping, soccer, baseball, track and field.

Then I turned 12, was the boss of me. Skateboard, biked, weed and alcohol.

Then I turned 16 and started playing video games 20 hours a day for 5 years until I found rock climbing.

I was outdoors for 95% of the time in those video games if that counts.
Tarbuster

climber
right here, right now
Feb 2, 2013 - 07:40pm PT
Great thread idea!

Here's my favorite images so far:

El Jefe, this one belongs blown up and framed in your home!
Pretty much says it all.




East Side Underground:




Norwegian:

Tarbuster

climber
right here, right now
Feb 2, 2013 - 09:50pm PT
Outdoor upbringing?
No, not in the conventional sense.

My old man toted a B.A.R. and a heavy pack up and down snow-covered hills during the Korean War. He swore he would never hike again. Claims he's a sociopath, says he was never happier than when he was killing gooks! What a bunch of BS! I kind of get what he means tho

I do have one very crisp memory outdoor with pops: I was four years old and he took me on a short day hike in the brush at the base of the San Gabriel Mountains above Arcadia California Showed me how to kick the sides of my feet into the off-camber dirt trail where it sloped down and away into the ravine. Slow and deliberate movement, self-reliance, route finding, balance, technique: it's all in there in that one experience!

He took me to the sports car races a lot and left me to my own devices: so I was outside at Riverside Internationa l Raceway, pedaling around on my Schwinn stingray out in the dirt under the hot sun, watching big bore sports cars battle it out and not very far from Mt. Rubidoux in fact. That was kind of an outdoor experience on steroids.

But as kids we were outside all the time, what with it being a 60s and all. My boyhood pal and I grew up more or less as brothers at the base of the San Gabriel Mountains. At 9 years of age we were doing long day hikes without supervision. By 13 we were teaching ourselves how to rock climb.

Hard to say if it's in our family blood to be ... outside.
If there's any link, it'd be traceable only as epigenetic.

Yosemite Valley, 1931, taken by my father's adoptive parents:

TMJesse

Mountain climber
Olympia, WA
Feb 2, 2013 - 10:40pm PT
I was truly blessed with the most perfect start to the outdoors - Tuolumne Meadows was our family vacation spot, as it is today. Looking over these antique pictures is a bit startling!

1962
1962
Credit: TMJesse

1962
1962
Credit: TMJesse

Lake Tenaya
Lake Tenaya
Credit: TMJesse

Headed back to camp from the store.  Could be 2012, but was 50 years p...
Headed back to camp from the store. Could be 2012, but was 50 years previous.
Credit: TMJesse

Just the start of a long family tradition
Just the start of a long family tradition
Credit: TMJesse

to see today's updates, see:

http://www.supertopo.com/tr/August-2010-Tuolumne-Family-Basecamp/t10746n.html
http://www.supertopo.com/tr/Annual-Tuolumne-Family-Basecamp/t11153n.html
http://www.supertopo.com/tr/Food-for-Dreams-Annual-Tuolumne-Family-Campout/t11656n.html
neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Mar 14, 2015 - 09:01pm PT
hey there say, ... this was fun...

just a bump so if any newer folks had some nice shares, to add...

or, anymore stuff from those that read, but had not added yet...
T H

Boulder climber
extraordinaire
Mar 15, 2015 - 12:20am PT
That Karen photo is Convict Creek campground.
WyoRockMan

climber
Flank of the Big Horns
Mar 15, 2015 - 01:11am PT
My folks divorced when I was 5.
My Mom took us on all kinds of wild adventures after that. Got me hooked on geology too.

Shootin' guns:
Mom and her boys.
Mom and her boys.
Credit: WyoRockMan
And stuffing kids into OWs:
My first OW. &#40;Hyalite Canyon, MT&#41;
My first OW. (Hyalite Canyon, MT)
Credit: WyoRockMan

Thanks Mom!
Beartooths
Beartooths
Credit: WyoRockMan
MisterE

Gym climber
Bishop, CA
Mar 15, 2015 - 07:43am PT
We moved constantly with my real father, Mike. Colorado for a while, then back to Washington, then back to Colorado. Living off the grid a lot. Trips to Yosemite and Tuolomne during the summer months.

When my mom left my real father, we went back to Washington and lived with my Grandparents in Seattle for a while. My mom took fire-watch look-out jobs in the North Cascades every summer, and we would spend months of the year living in a tower perched on some mountain-top. I remember racing up and down hundreds of rickety steps on a regular basis. She read a lot, so I was always out exploring by myself.

We still moved around a lot, from Bellingham, to Anacortes to Seattle - never staying anywhere for more than a year or so until I was about 15 and my mom and step-father bought a fish-processing business in Anacortes. My step-father was an avid skier - I took to it like a fish to water. Off-season trips to Mount Baker and other Washington ski areas, Whistler, Banff, Colorado and Utah resorts were made in an old converter school bus. Summers were spent cruising around the San Juan Islands buying fish to take back to the plant for processing. When the industry dumped in the mid-80's, my folks leased the boats to Alaska processors, and off I went with the boats to Alaska to be a deck-hand. They were probably psyched to have summers alone - I know I was!

Mom tried to keep me away from climbing because of the perception of the "bad element" of climbing, but it didn't take.

%^) Erik
SC seagoat

Trad climber
Santa Cruz, or In What Time Zone Am I?
Mar 15, 2015 - 08:09am PT
Grew up on the shores of Lake Erie. Was raised primarily by my dad as my Mom died when I was 5. Had two older brothers so I was introduced early to hunting and fishing.
Summers were lake and mountain activities, fishing, hiking, camping. Winters were skiing and larger game hunting. Bagged my first deer at 16 when I got a 30.06 for my birthday. That was the first and last one. I did stay in Rifle Club in high school and loved it but had no large game hunting interest anymore. I did contine to hunt turkeys as I loved eating wild turkey and they basically flocked into our backyard.
My Dad's lifelong lesson to me, which I didn't realize at the time was "if you want to go fish with the boys and me, you're going to have to learn to bait your own hook." I learned to love watering the lawn at night to get all the night crawlers to come out so we could go fish at dawn. Although little fingers trying to bait the hook with squishy worms was challenging.

Susan
Norwegian

Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
Mar 15, 2015 - 08:34am PT
outside or inside,
my dad raised me
slingin bullets,
playin cards,
and dodging taxes.

Norwegian

Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
Mar 15, 2015 - 08:42am PT
jefe
in looking thru you slides
i see why we got the steely eyes.
10b4me

Social climber
Mar 15, 2015 - 08:48am PT
My exposure to the outdoors really didn't begin until I was fifteen. Prior to that it was road trips. I made to both Yosemite, and Yellowstone before I was five. I got into hiking as a senior in high school, and got my dad into it, too. Then my dad and started fishing all over the west, with a week long trip to the east side every fall.
My dad started having health problems, and I hiked more by myself. Met some folks who introduced me to climbing, and the rest is history.

Jefe, been to Acoma, Canyon de Chelly, and Chaco Canyon. I want to go back to Chaco. It's a really net place.
Psilocyborg

climber
Mar 15, 2015 - 09:09am PT
My dad grew up very poor hunting for food in rural Utah. By the time I came along he was an electrical engineer in Los Angeles, but I think the outdoors was in my blood.

My parents took us on a couple camping trips here and there, and that was the extent of it, but they made sure I was in scouts. I was booted out of scouts for being a trouble maker, but I was hooked.

Once I got my drivers license, I was gone.

rgold

Trad climber
Poughkeepsie, NY
Mar 15, 2015 - 09:51am PT
Grew up in NYC. We never even went on a picnic. Central park was my idea of back country. Hunting to my father meant looking for mismatched socks. But for some reason I always loved being outdoors and continually begged my parents to move to "the country," whatever that was supposed to mean. I somehow managed to overlook the fact that we didn't own a car and neither of my parents drove.

Eventually, I had to take matters into my own hands.
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